Lacklusterwhen you look to the night sky,a hundred stars dance, tantalizingand just beyond your reach, close enough totaste, tingle on your lips. how i wishyou could see me, but i do notglitter so brightly—i am tuckedin the nebula's fringe, somethingnew and blue: the smallest pearl onthe string. come to the quietplaces, away from your city sting:among the dark of early winters,your eyes may chance upon me, danceinto early morning when the lightbleeds over us—forget everythingbut coming spring in the supernova.

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